The Waiting Place is a Bit Rundown…

There is nothing to say, but people seem to want to know that I’m not just discarding the website idea. So, an update, much against my ethic I might add.
     I am still waiting on replies to two stories and I’ve written at least two more, one of which is being a pain to edit. The second story, at least, seems, well, written for a magazine in Australia, so hopefully I will get that editted in the next week and then play yet another round of the submission game.
     There has also been a fair amount of non-fiction writing going on; some thesis, a paper and a seminar (of which at least one has given rise to a written story idea).
     Behold, work. Hopefully something more instructive will appear here in a few weeks. I’m thinking a little discourse on those ‘Stories I Will Never Write.’

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They Like to Pollute the Internet

Whilst some of the fiction ‘zines I send material to like RTFs, most want the work in .doc files. Nasty, big files, these .doc things, full of proprietary standards and hidden commands.
     Why? Because they want my fucking revision history, they want to be able to revoke all the carefully crafted editorial changes I made to meld the piece of crap that is the first draft into the classy fifth revision that only now am I able to let hold of.
     The editors wish to laugh at how I write.
     Bastards.
     I’ll show them. Even as we speak I am finding the most despicable, illegal porn the Internet has to offer to paste into blank documents. I’ve turned ‘Track changes’ on. Once I’ve pasted my story, bit by bit, over the top of ‘Bianca, Age Three, Turns Tricks for her He-Mummy’ we’ll see just how well that rictus grin spreads over Mr. Editor’s face.
     They can take my dignity, they can reject my story, but if they’re going to be laughing on the outside I want them screaming on the inside.
     Now I know the true definition of horror.

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Postive Rejections

‘Little Boy Lost,’ a horror piece I wrote at the very end of last year, has been rejected by the good people at ‘Flesh and Blood.’ Overall they felt it was a nicely written story with a good idea, but that it did not feel right for the magazine.
     Bless them.
     Now usually polite rejections hide true motivations, but I’ve been rejected by ‘Flesh and Blood’ before, and know their style. This rejection, despite the lack of an accompanying trolley load of monies and a plainitive note asking me to write for them for ever more, is actually a step forward. They liked the work, they just didn’t think it was suited to their magazine.
     Which, in truth, I should have realised. There is an article to be written on the singular horror that is trying to read a cross section of short genre fiction. I haven’t read the umpteen hundred ‘zines out there that are publishing in the horror genre, and I thus I can pretty much guarantee that I am missing out on the most suitable markets for what I write. More on this at another time.
     Positive rejections still hurt; that they liked the story is one thing, that you were stupid enough to send it to an inappropiate market is another (I’ve had quite a number, recently, of postive rejections). But the important aspect is that they encourage more work, and give you some reason to love the story.
     It is very easy to reject your own work when others see no merit in it.
     Anyway, since I have little shame and want money I’m going to submit the story elsewhere. I’ve got a pretty good idea of where, as well.
     And there are always the host of unwritten stories to sell.
     I could grow to like this, you know.